Apparently not all the great things in life have to be fattening, expensive or illegal. Sometimes they might come to you as a considerable lunch discount offer on the back of a return ticket.
Weekend days and everyone is rushing somewhere, anywhere but out of their own houses. Of course that for the more privileged ones this would mean a safe, fast drive to their destination, while for the happy few, as Balzac would put it, there’s nothing more satisfying than depending on the bus’ timetable and shoving the heat drops off their foreheads counting the stops left to go till the descent. Not be misunderstood, I do enjoy the convenient bus rides, it’s even more Eco-friendly, and yesterday it had just the right present for me too.
I would normally consider that the back of ticket is for an advertisement for the new blah-blah at the blah-blah store; this time, it surprised me: A MacDo’s deal for their enormous Big Mac with a side of Medium Fries at a very attractive discount. Now, given the fact that I do enjoy sales season more than any other season, it was only normal that I would check it out. For some reason, people’s faces are almost never that happy and smiley-dovey as they are during this time: everyone’s more kind, more patient and you could see behind every single window, women with their arms full of summer line products rushing to the counter. It’s almost like Christmas!
Today was no different than the past two days, that is thunderstorm in the mornings and melting-yourself-down heat in the afternoons. Nonetheless, I decided to spend this whole Saturday out on the town streets. With no great expectations, just an increasingly consuming desire to loiter around. That is how I found out all the pretty little cafés that (tried to) resemble the Parisian ones, all the saloons with the newest hair highlights trends, even the shabby chic pâtisserie with the best cheese cake ever made, at least on my side of England. By the end of the day, it all culminated with the Carnival parade which although it stopped the traffic, it was a worth while thing to enjoy. Who said the best Carnival takes place only in Rio?
So there it goes, I ended up feeling so much more satisfied and pleasantly surprised than almost any other time when I left the house expecting to find … well, the unexpected, I guess. Everything has only become even more clear to me, that with an open mind and keeping our expectations real, life may actually surprise us. Whether it’s a big mac and fries involved or not, we should never stop believing that the best is yet to come.